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Show A FICHTING KID. A Story About a Itrnther of the Famous Id. Htokra. "I don't bvlictv,1 remarked the 49-er 49-er to a Chicago Tost tvportor, '-that it is generally known that Kd. Stokes, who killed Jim Kisk, had a brother Jots who was once the worst feared and best liked man in California. In 18.r2 I was in Sacramento, and it wan thero I made Joe's acquaintance. He was then a book-keeper. One day I was in a gambling house and noticed among the players an elegantly dressed, handsome young fellow about -0 years of age. The man who sat next him was a ruffianly looking fellow with n gun conspicuously strapod to his side. Somehow a dispute arose between these two, and with the rest of the people peo-ple in the room I got as close to them as I could in order to see the outcome. The bad man was trying to get the youngster into a light, which the youngster politely declined. Then thf bad man began to bluster. ' -You want to look out for mo.' he said; Tin the Wild Wolf of the Arkitn-saw, Arkitn-saw, I'm a half-breed Cherokee, I am, and the bloodiest man in the tribe. I've killed 37 able-bodied men, I have, and I'd chaw you up in two bites, you young coeksparror. I've been in hero three weeks and ain't killed no one vet. and I'm jiwt thirbtintf for gore. I'll kill you if you open your mouth iijritin.' 'Hero the Ijystiiiiders interiiosed ttnd told the Wild Wolf to let the boy alone. " Thank you, pentlonien,' nuid tho boy; 'but I don't think the Wolf can hurt anybody.' "(Jet out of tho way!" yelled the Wild Wolf; 'I'm u-Koiu. to lioot!' A ffonoral rush was made for the doors, as was always the ea-te when a liht was imminent. Hut the boy utood cool and Kiniliny until the Wolf laid his hand on his gun, when, in the twinkling twink-ling of an eye, loo boy had tho inuzlo of u small revolver within u foot of tho pit of the Wolfs stomach. " My dear sir.' he naiil, in tho po. litest jiossiole way, 'throw up your hands or I'll kill you dead.' "The Wolf saw that his bluff was called and mechanically obeyed. "Now,' said tho boy, 'unbuckle your belt and let that nix-shooter fall.' The Wolf did it. Then the boy made him go into a corner of the room and stand thero, and, lighting a eigar, he said: " 'My dear sir, hold your hands behind your back. I'm going' to stick the fiery end of this cigar in your nose. and you must let it stay there uutil it goes out, and if you flinch, sniffle or attempt to take it out I'll shoot.' " 'He then put his threat into exocu. tion, and the Wolf burned like a martyr mar-tyr for a full minuto. The boy now gave the Wolfs revolver to one of tho men standing near and said: " 'When I'm gone give him his gun. My name is Joo Stokes, and I can lick any man in California who doesn't Ilka me. I'm looking for such soft snaps us the Wild Wolf of tho Arkans'iw.' " 1 |